Faint white noise was heard throughout the camp again. Hoseok looked out of his tent and started to trace the source of the noise. He went out, welcomed by the scent in the wind, and kept walking to the back while he followed the sound that got louder. He arrived at a tent at the very back before he sighed. Just like he thought, it was Jungkook’s tent that he shared with one of the boys. He could see the young boy from the opening and he examined Jungkook’s features. Unmoving, the boy was sitting on the pile of blankets which became his bed. With eyes closed, and a radio in his hands, Jungkook tilted his head upwards, listening to the white noise intensely. As if it was speaking to him. Once in a while, his head twitches side to side, looked like he was catching a word or two.
Hoseok entered the tent slowly towards him, not wanting to startle the boy. And with one click, he turned off the radio. Immediately, the tent’s atmosphere dropped into complete silence. Jungkook’s eyes snapped open. He glared at Hoseok for disrupting his concentration with the radio, but Hoseok only gave him a faint smile and sighed.
“Dinner’s ready. You want to eat with me in my base?” Hoseok asked him softly.
Jungkook shook his head and was about to turn on his radio again, but Hoseok quickly grabbed his hand.
“Come on, I know you are worried because they take longer than they should. But I believe they will be alright. They might find something interesting and lose track of time. You’ve been listening to that noise all day, so please eat something,” Hoseok gave him a long, concerned look.
“Should we eat here, then?” he pleaded with Jungkook one more time.
Jungkook gave him a long sigh. After thinking for a moment, he slowly nodded his head and that widened Hoseok’s smile. Hoseok gently took the radio away from his hands and placed it on the piling blankets before he headed out. The voices of the night started to fill Jungkook’s ear now that he stopped listening to the white noise. The crickets, the wind, the frog, and some other animals he couldn’t recognise. He slowly walked to the opening of his tent and looked out, wondering where the other boys might be. They never took this long to scavenge. But it wasn’t the first time either that the boys lost track of time because they were playing silly games or wandering too far in the forest.
His mind wandered to where he was at that moment: their precious base. He still couldn’t believe all seven of them were finally free from those cages. He did feel sorry for other kids who couldn’t make it, but seven is still a huge number. No one ever escaped from that facility before. They were determined to escape since the day they were grouped together in the same cage and eventually became close together; especially after that incident happened.
Jungkook was startled by Hoseok appearing right in front of him, carrying two bowls with some kind of cloth.
“Step aside, it’s hot,” he warned Jungkook.
As Jungkook moved away from the opening of the tent, Hoseok hurriedly went inside the tent, putting down two bowls containing something steaming inside. He might carry them with cloth as it won’t burn his hands, judging from how hot the food might be.
“It’s a little bit cold tonight, so I made a rabbit stew,” he said while he sat down on the pile of blankets.
Jungkook carefully touched the bowl, and just like Hoseok just said, it was hot, alright. So he picked it up with the cloth that Hoseok left on the blankets, before sitting down beside him. Hoseok was already in the middle of blowing his spoon full of stew, and couldn’t wait to dig in. Jungkook did the same, and gobbled a spoonful as well into his mouth.
“How was it?” Hoseok asked in anticipation.
Jungkook frowned and lifted his hand in front of him, palm facing down and shook it. Then he moved his hand on top of the bowl and made a gesture of sprinkling something on it.
“Kook, I don’t follow you. I can only assume that it tasted like shit and I needed to do something about it.”
Jungkook huffed and grabbed his notebook not too far from the blankets and a pencil that was already half its original size. He then started writing on it and showed it to Hoseok.
It’s bland. You should add more salt or something.
“Yeah I know, I’m not that good of a cook like Yoongi-hyung or Jin-hyung. Besides, we are low on supplies, remember? So this is the best that we can have. I hope the boys will come back soon for more.”
Jungkook wrote something in his notebook again.
I hope so, too.
After that, they both ate in silence.
*
Hours later, and the boys haven’t come back yet. Hoseok was not going to lie, he was worried. They never went out later than a day. But he didn’t want to show his worry to Jungkook. The boy already felt anxious as it is, he didn’t want to make it worse.
Jungkook immediately went back to listen to the white noise after they finished dinner. Hoseok wanted to stop him at first, but he thought it might calm distressed Jungkook, so he let the boy be. Instead, Hoseok went out of the tents, trying his best to set up security around it. He assembled a snare linked to a group of cans that would jingle when someone (or something) snapped the thread. Dried leaves and small branches scattered all around the tent that would make noise when someone stepped on it. He also hid all of the supplies in the other tents to make sure animals won’t snatch it away. Hoseok then grabbed his dagger before he went back to Jungkook’s tent. He decided that they should stay close together, or he should stay close to Jungkook. The boy needed his protection. Jin-hyung could sleep in another tent when he came back.
Hoseok wasn’t surprised to see Jungkook still concentrating on the white noise. Without a second thought, he switched off the radio which received another glare from the boy.
“You need to sleep, it’s late. If they don’t come back in the morning, we’ll go look for them,” Hoseok said while propping himself in the pile of blankets beside Jungkook.
With annoyance, Jungkook pointed at Hoseok, then put his palms together and placed it under his cheek.
“I sleep? Well, I am going to, but you need to sleep, too.”
Jungkook shook his head and turned on the radio again. In seconds, the white noise filled the tent that made Hoseok sighed.
“Suit yourself, but we’re going first thing in the morning,” Hoseok mumbled while turning his back to Jungkook and drifting to sleep.
*
Hoseok looked around. The tents were in shambles, as if a hurricane just hit. His heartbeat sky-rocketed, breathing shortened, blood ran cold. What happened? He ran around the ruin, trying to find the other boys.
“Jungkook!” he shouted, but received no answer. “Jungkook!”
Hoseok crouched beside one of the fallen tents, pulling out the cloth to reveal what’s hidden beneath it. He was hoping to find at least one of the boys buried under the pile of things. After a while, he saw a lock of hair.
“Oh my God!”
He pulled the debris faster and the figure slowly revealed. It was Jimin lying on his stomach. Even after the ruckus caused by Hoseok, he was unresponsive. Please be alive.
“Jimin! Wake up!” Hoseok shook his shoulder but his effort was futile. Jimin didn’t move an inch.
“Wake up! Please!” He shook Jimin faster, tears welled up in his eyes. “Help! Jungkook!”
In desperation, he called Jungkook over and over again but he didn’t receive any answer. Dread washed over him as he began to imagine Jungkook in the same state as Jimin that he cradled in his arms.
Suddenly, he heard the white noise that used to came from Jungkook’s radio.
“Jungkook?” he faintly called the boy, but he couldn’t make up where the sound came from.
He gently put Jimin down, and started to walked towards the sound, even though he wasn’t sure where the source of the sound was. As he took another step, the sound got louder in his ears. It was as if the white noise was everywhere. Hoseok turned left and right, not sure where to go. He called Jungkook again and again, but his voice was swallowed by the noise. The sound merged into screeching note as it pierced Hoseok ears. He moaned and screamed, couldn’t take it anymore. His head was ready to explode.
*
Someone shook Hoseok’s body and he jolted awake. Jungkook’s face welcomed him to reality, entirely panicked. The white noise still filled the room. Jungkook groaned as he shook Hoseok’s body harder. He looked like he was about to cry.
“What? What is it?” Hoseok wanted to look calm so Jungkook would calm down but he failed miserably.
Jungkook pointed at Hoseok and to the opening of the tent, he repeated the gesture over and over again.
“Why? Why?” Hoseok tried to understand Jungkook but his brain wasn’t working, moreover after the nightmare that he just had.
Frustrated, Jungkook grabbed his pencil and notebook, frantically wrote something on it. He quickly shoved it onto Hoseok’s face.
SOMETHING’S COMING. RUN!
“What’s coming?”
SHADOW
The cans clattered just outside the tent. Both of them yelped. Whatever creature that Jungkook mentioned, it’s here. In a flash, Hoseok turned off the radio and pulled the blanket over the both of them. Jungkook’s eyes widen as he shook his head and slapped on Hoseok’s chest, ushered him to run.
“Jungkook, whatever the Shadow is, it’s right outside. It’s not safe, we have to hide!” Hoseok whispered, but Jungkook still shoved Hoseok’s chest weakly with his palms. Crunched sounds of broken branches let Hoseok knew that the creature was moving closer.
Hoseok could hear Jungkook’s faint sobs. The boy repeatedly took a deep breath, as if he wanted to make himself calm. Then Hoseok heard it, faint and croaked, but he heard it clearly. The voice that had been missing for years.
“H-H-hyung, r-run!” the voice interrupted by sobs but it was clearly came out from Jungkook’s mouth.
Before Hoseok could savour the proud feeling blossomed in his chest that the boy could finally talk again, something grabbed his ankle and dragged him out of the tent. Jungkook screeched when he saw his hyung disappeared from in front of him.
Hoseok pulled his dagger out from its sheath, ready to attack. He looked up to the creature that dragged him. Even in darkness he could see, the menacing black smog hovered over him like a storm cloud. Two dots resembled eyes stared back at him. Strange, something was familiar about them. Hoseok’s eyes locked into those two orbs. And the last thing he saw was the darkness devoured him.